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Bryce pulled me into a hug. “Honey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but I need to take Jade to the hospital. She’s having some pain.”

“Oh, shit.”

“I’m okay,” Jade said. “It’s just a little cramping.”

“Still,” Joe said. “You two get to the hospital. Bryce and I can handle this clown.”

“For once I agree with you,” I said. “Let’s go, Jade.”

Chapter Fifty-Three

Bryce

“Start talking,” I said to Ted Morse.

“My son is missing. I showed the girls this text.”

I eyed his phone. “Iowa. Check your old texts and calls, Joe.” I frantically looked through mine. None matched the number.

“Bingo,” Joe said.

“You got a match?”

“Yeah. The first call I got. Looks like he got lazy and reused one of his old phones.”

“He probably didn’t think we’d be talking to Colin’s father.”

“Do you mind including me in this conversation?” Ted said. “It is my son who’s missing.”

“Spare us your fatherly concern.” I drew my gun on him.

He visibly shuddered. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Just tell us what we need to know, and there won’t be any,” Joe said, pulling his weapon out as well.

“Look, my son—”

“How did you find out about Justin Valente?” I demanded.

“Look, I—”

“No excuses,” Joe said. “We’re here for the truth. If you’re truly concerned about your son, then you know we’re your best chance of finding him. Start talking.”

Ted sighed. “Can I at least sit down?”

“Sure. In fact, we’ll be happy to tie you to a chair.”

“That’s not necessary. You’ve got two guns on me. I’d be stupid to try to run.”

“Yeah?” Joe said. “You once tried to extort money from me, to frame me for what Tom Simpson did to Colin. I didn’t realize at the time that you’d do just about anything for money, including pimping out your own son. I’d bet you’d try to run if you think there’s a buck in it for you.”

“You’ve got the wrong idea about me.”

“I don’t think so,” I said, pushing him into a chair. “You got any rope around here?”

“Like I’d tell you,” he said.

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